The Mafia Boss And His Contract Wife (Book 3)
“She may be forced to think you’re a man incapable of positive thinking.”
What? My eyes widened and my head snapped toward the girl. This was Mariella Romano?
I had expected her to look more childish with barely a womanly body, bangs perhaps. But the person beside me was a woman with an hourglass shape accentuated by the dress and a handful of breasts and ass. With a square face, thin pink lips, round eyes and a small pointy nose, she was the opposite of what I had imagined.
Batting her eyelashes slowly, she looked up at me, but the moment she noticed me examining her, she turned away. Shy and reserved like all the women of this fucked up world. They were forced to be quiet little toys for t